The waiting room of Starling General Hospital reeked with fear. Frightened people were avoiding one corner, where Oliver, Dig and Roy were nervously pacing as they waited for news. Every time someone approached, they received an immediate death glare and, times three, it was enough to keep the curious away.
Everyone avoided them, save for a black haired man wearing scrubs and a white lab coat.
"Oliver Queen?"
Sitting in a chair next to Dig, Oliver shot to his feet. "Yes?"
The doctor held out a hand and gave him a firm handshake. "Dr. Jesse Logan, I'm in charge of Felicity's care."
"How is she?" Roy asked.
"I'm sorry, who're you?" Dr Logan asked, looking curiously at Roy and Dig.
"They're friends," said Oliver, bringing the doctor's attention back to him. "How is she?" He asked again.
Dr Logan sighed. "She's got a broken wrist and a bit of a concussion, but it should go away within a few days. Other than that, she's remarkably unscathed."
The relief from the three men was almost a physical thing. "How soon can we see her?"
"She's been put on medication to deal with the concussion, but should be coming around shortly. I'll have a nurse come get you when she's awake."
Oliver shook Dr Logan's hand again. "Thank you," he said, and meant it.
Dr Logan smiled as he shook hands with Roy and Dig also. "She should be fine. The nurses told me you found her and considering her condition in which she came in, she's a tough young woman." With a smile, he returned to his rounds.
You have no idea how tough she is, Oliver thought proudly as the three of them sat down again to wait.